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Thursday, December 01, 2016

I'm so excited to reveal the gorgeous cover for HER SAVAGE SCOT, the first book in The Highland Warrior Chronicles, where my tough Scots warriors fall in love with their brave Pictish princesses. The cover was desinged by the amazing Kellie Dennis of Book Cover by Design.

When
tough Scot warrior Connor MacKenzie rides into the barbaric lands of
the Picts on a mission for his king, he never expects to be captivated
by a beautiful Pictish widow. Drawn under her spell, yet unaware of her
true identity, he risks everything for one passionate night in her arms.

Aila,
princess of Pictland, swore, after watching her husband die, that she
would never marry again. But after meeting Connor, her frozen heart
thaws and once again she imagines a future filled with love and passion.

When
Connor delivers the message from his king, Aila becomes a pawn in a
deadly game of politics. Her heart belongs to Connor, but she must marry
the prince of Dal Riada – Connor’s half-brother. But the fates have
other plans for the star-crossed lovers as they fight their enemies and
themselves to find true love.

Driven by the knowledge he failed to
protect his king, Druid warrior Gawain abandons his gods and vows to
destroy the Roman invaders by any means possible.

Nothing and no one is more important than
protecting his fellow Druids from the enemy until he meets the
beautiful Roman patrician, Antonia. She is everything he’s never wanted
in a woman, yet she fascinates him like no other. Despite the danger of
discovery he embarks on an illicit liaison with her, determined to
uncover the reason for the infinite sorrow that haunts her eyes.

Newly arrived in Britannia from Rome,
Antonia is inexplicably drawn to the cold, tough Celt. His touch stirs a
passion she long thought died at the hands of her brutal former husband
and his unexpected tenderness thaws her frozen heart. But she hides a
deadly secret that could be her undoing, and knows her growing feelings
for him can lead nowhere. Yet when a shadow from her past threatens her
future Antonia is torn between the Empire of her birth and betraying
Gawain, the man she’s grown to love.

Monday, October 03, 2016

I'm stoked to reveal the stunning cover for ENSLAVED, book three in The Druid Chronicles, designed by the fabulous Kellie Dennis at Book Cover by Design!

“Tacitus is a wonderful hero, masterful and passionate…" Top Read A Readers Review

When a Druid priestess falls for her Roman captor she’s torn between her duty to her goddess and her love for the enemy…

When Druid priestess Nimue is injured and
enslaved by the hated Roman Legion she’s determined to escape and
complete her covert mission for her beloved goddess, to eradicate the
invaders from her land.

But the tough warrior who captures her is
far from the brutal barbarian she expects. Instead, Tacitus turns all
her prejudices inside out, and it’s hard to remember he’s her enemy when
she craves his touch more than her next breath. Her first loyalty is to
her goddess, and she can’t afford to forget it.

Tacitus is enchanted by the fiery beauty
who shows no fear and challenges him at every turn. Though enslaving her
goes against his heart, it’s the only way he can protect her. As a
fragile trust grows between them, he believes they can have a future
together. But when he discovers the depth of her betrayal, his loyalties
are torn between his heritage and a woman who could destroy everything
he’s ever believed in.

A Druid priestess falls for the wrong man – the warrior who’s taken her prisoner…

Hungry for revenge, Druid acolyte Morwyn
turns her back on her goddess and vows to fight the Roman invaders. But
before she can join up with the rebels, she’s captured by a tough Gaul
mercenary.

Bren, pledged to the true Briton king,
has spent three years undercover in the Roman Legion. When his own unit
attacks a fiery Celtic beauty, he saves her the only way he can – by
claiming her as his prisoner. He knows he can’t trust her but, as her
icy disdain thaws, her quick wit and infectious laugh lighten his
blackened soul and he craves for the chance of a normal life–with her.

Infuriated yet intrigued by her captor,
Morwyn can’t help falling for his gruff charms and rare smile. He’s her
enemy but he has honor and the longer they’re together the less she
believes in his brutal reputation. He’s her Gaul, and in the black of
night, in his arms, she dreams of a future together.

But the wrath of a spurned goddess echoes
through the land and Morwyn and Bren need to overcome their past, put
their trust in each other and face their deepest fears for the chance to
survive in a fractured world.

He was a master of seduction – but no match for the magical allure of the woman he wanted most

Carys knew from the moment she first spied on Maximus in his naked
barbarian glory that he was a dangerous Roman centurion – his taut,
battle-scarred flesh marking him as a fearless warrior. But her desire
for him was as undeniable as it was illicit.

Charged by his
emperor to eliminate a clan of powerful Druids in Britain, Maximus never
expects his mission to be thwarted by the clan’s ethereal princess,
Carys, his daring voyeur. Falling under her spell, he doesn’t realize
her true heritage – until he captures her heart as well as her body.

As Carys’ loyalties are twisted, and freedom is no longer her
single-minded obsession, an avenging former lover threatens to crush
Maximus’ people into oblivion. Now Carys and Maximus must overcome the
devastation of war and face the ultimate sacrifice if their forbidden
love is to survive.

Saturday, May 07, 2016

“Christina Phillips writes such
sinfully seductive romances and she has excelled herself in an erotic
paranormal romance, Bloodlust Denied, set in Regency London. This
exquisitely erotic tale is an original take on the vampire myth.” 5
Stars Top Read A Reader’s Review

For 2000 years he’s roamed the
earth, taking whatever he desires…until he falls under the spell of the
only woman who can destroy his immortal bloodlust…

Depraved and dissolute, the vampire Alexius is tired of Regency
London, until he’s bewitched by a dark haired seductress. Abduction,
bondage and decadent seduction feature in Alexius’ plans, but before the
sun rises dynamics have shifted and he’s the one fighting the silken
bonds of captivity.

Entranced by such novelty, he denies his bloodlust
and decides to keep her to warm his bed.

Immortal vampire hunter Morana has never mistaken her prey before,
but the sinfully seductive stranger mesmerizes her, enticing her to
forget everything but the dangerous pleasure she finds in his arms. But
as they fall under each other’s hypnotic spell the past and present
collide and unless they discover the truth behind the lies, Death will
triumph once more.

When she is
kidnapped, Senorita Isabella knows the men have been sent by her uncle in a
murderous attempt to control her family’s fortune. But when she is rescued by a
dashing and mysterious warrior, Isabella can’t imagine why a stranger would
risk his life for her—until she discovers her rescuer believes she’s someone
else….

Fernando de
Zayas loves nothing more than the cry of battle. Defying death is his way of
life. But when he discovers his betrothed has been kidnapped, he rushes to her
aid—never suspecting that spirited beauty would soothe his warrior heart…

With her uncle’s minions close on their heels, Isabella finds
herself drawing closer to Fernando. But as the desire between them builds, her
secret could keep them apart forever…

Excerpt:

On
a shuddering breath, Isabella searched the market for any means of escape and
found none. Too many people pressed close with no clear route from the area. If
only she could see what was behind her, she might find a way out.

A
quick glance showed even more people and cramped stalls, proving how trapped
she was. The eunuch’s high-pitched shout suddenly rose above the slaver’s angry
growl. Wanting away from them, she inched back. The eunuch dashed to her right,
blocking her. The slaver to her left and reached for her robe.

Piercing
wails filled the heated air.

Isabella
stiffened. The slaver’s hand fell from her. He and the eunuch turned toward the
sounds. Two dark-robed women pressed their hands to their veiled mouths.
Children had stopped playing, their youthful eyes widened in wonder or fear at
an aged man. His white beard trailed down his chest, and infirmity bent his
tall frame, forcing him to keep his face lowered. He wore a turban and full
robe, the voluminous fabric hiding the contours of his body.

Suddenly,
he thrust his hand into a fire used to cook some manner of food.

Many
in the crowd gasped. A young girl backed into a basket of olives, toppling it.
The fruit rolled across the ground until it reached a pool of spilled honey
where a black cat prowled.

The
aged man kept his hand in the fire without bellowing in pain. He chose three
smoking coals, tossing the hot embers from his right hand to his left much as
jugglers did at fairs with brightly colored balls.

This
was no fair nor was he a juggler, but a fakir,
a holy man.

Isabella
had heard tales of such beings who traveled the Arab territories. Fakirs had no
homes or commerce, begging for food as they roamed from place to place,
performing amazing feats to shock everyone, as he did now. Merchants, free
women, and children waited to see what the strange man would do next.

With
no one watching her, Isabella prepared to break into a run, to lose herself in
the throng.

The
fakir tilted his face and met her gaze.

Her
heart caught. His eyes were arresting and strangely beautiful, his gaze so
intent she stepped back. His expression changed. With a hard frown, he seemed
to warn her to remain where she was. He turned to the eunuch and slaver, crying
to them in Arabic, his voice reedy with age.

Her
stomach churned. Was he warning them of her intent to flee?

When
he looked back at her, raw power lit his expression, holding her to the spot.

Even
if she’d wanted to move, she couldn’t now. The eunuch and slaver stared at her.

The
air grew heavier than before and far too still. The slaver adjusted his weight
from foot to foot as he and the eunuch spoke to the fakir. The holy man
answered in kind, juggling the hot coals. He drew closer to them, his movements
inefficient and tottering, no different from a babe. The slaver stepped back.
The eunuch did not. His shrill voice rose in what sounded like an oath. The
fakir hobbled closer, the hot coals jumping more slowly between his hands. At
last he responded, his voice low.

The
eunuch scowled and shouted a string of foul-sounding words. The fakir grabbed
the eunuch’s throat, pressing the hot coals to it. Squealing in agony, the
eunuch fell to the ground, rocking and mewling.

Frightened
sounds rippled through the crowd. The holy man spoke to the spectators, who
exchanged glances with each other and shuffled back.

The
fakir grabbed more hot coals from another fire and staggered toward the slaver.
Unlike the eunuch, the slaver offered no retort as he stepped back quickly. The
fakir followed. It was a strange dance, the fakir plodding forward a step, the
slaver retreating the same distance as he focused on the newest coals.

Again,
Isabella realized no one noticed her. Before she could think to escape, the
fakir was at her side, clutching her hair in his free hand, shouting at the
others.

Again,
they backed away.

He
yanked Isabella toward him and whispered in Castilian, “When I release you,
grasp your throat and cry out. Your freedom and life depend upon it. Do you
understand?”

Her
heart hammered so wildly she could barely breathe, much less think. With no
time to consider why he would help her, she nodded.

The
fakir shouted something to the others then brought the coals close enough for
her to feel their heat. She clutched her throat and wailed.

The
slaver spoke hurriedly, his words seeming to beg for mercy.

The
fakir lifted the hot coals to his mouth and blew. Flames poured from his parted
lips. Screams tore through the crowd with more than a few bolting.

The
fakir gripped her wrist, his touch steel.

Again,
he lifted the coals to his lips. Flames shot out of his mouth, which he
directed to the black silk hanging on a stall. The cloth caught fire. He
bolted, pulling her with him.

She
struggled to keep up as they dashed through the narrow streets of the market,
past stalls and startled people. Behind them, men shouted. She glanced over.
Guards pursued them. The fakir ran faster, forcing her to follow. They darted
down one cramped street after another. He knocked over goods deliberately. Both
of them dodged buyers. Finally, he rushed into an unattended shop offering a variety
of baskets.

Before she could question why this place was
empty of a merchant or buyers, the fakir pushed her toward a shadowed corner
near the entrance and shielded her with his body. She was so close to him her
face and breasts pressed against his surprisingly muscular back. He shifted his
weight. An object beneath his robe tapped her knee. She looked down at a long,
thin outline hidden by the fabric. A sword?

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Award winners. Another three (Adored,
Lush Velvet Nights, and Deep, Dark,
Delicious) were named finalists in the EPIC competition. Sensual Stranger, her erotic contemporary
romance, was chosen Book of the Year at the French review site Blue Moon
reviews. The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was created specifically
for her erotic romance Lush Velvet Nights.
Two of her titles (The Yearning and Deep, Dark, Delicious) received an Award
of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition. Take Me Away and Adored both
won second place in the NEC RWA contest (different years). Tina is featured in
the Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. Before penning romances, she
worked at a major Hollywood production company in Story Direction.

Triple ARRA Finalist 2013 for Favourite Erotic Romance

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"Christina Phillips weaves an fascinating tale with an intricate setting and powerful characters, intertwining the deep emotional turmoil of guilt, hatred and searing passions in her latest erotic historical romance, CAPTIVE." Aemelia .............................................. "Readers will be intrigued as the layers of the story unfold." RT BOOK Reviews 4 Stars

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